Wednesday, February 10, 2010

pages i'll abuse

you will settle into me slowly,though my rough leather edgeswill be stiff and creaky at firsti will slowly warm, and wearuntil i am soft enoughto take the brunt of youthe silences you wear like a bruiseand the marks i get from youwill fade awaythere will be nothing left when you gobut the worn volume of me,its tale batteredfrom an invisible hand